#prideshipping

[kaibabasonicos]

ygo/prideship dump 6

[paintedmage]

Chapter 3 rewrite is finally halfway done, but i feel bad its taking so long to get it out so you guys get a sneak peek to hold you over until i can get over this hurdle and write the other half of the chapter

Seto wordlessly sets Atem down on the couch, the Pharaoh now sprawled like a Victorian damsel across the deep blue suede. His face scrunches slightly, before going peaceful again. Kaiba just stares at him. How was he here? Had the voice in the wind been a warning? Was he…going to stay this time? Roland sits on his knees beside the couch and opens the first aid kit, beginning to pluck thorns from Atem with the tweezers. “Seto…I think you should call Yugi. He’d want to see him. They all would.” “I…yes.” Kaiba fumbles into his pocket for his phone, thumb trembling as he scrolls his contacts for Yugi’s number, the words on the screen blurry to him. So much was happening that he couldn’t process at all. Finally, his thumb lands on “🦐 (Yugi)” and he taps the bright green phone button beneath it. The dialtone is just a buzz in his ear as he waits for the click of a pickup. His mind is still tunneled onto the Pharaoh in front of him. Then comes the click. “What’s up, Kaiba?”

[lee-v5x]

i feel like rivalshipping would work in canon because yugi is naturally the next best thing after atem, not solely because of their nearly identical appearances but because yugi’s attitude and personality by dsod is much more stronger and emotionally in tact compared to when they had initially met, which i’m sure kaiba would grow especially fond of after bonding for a while past simply dueling; also takahashi’s art of the both of them testing out games with each other also furthers the possibility of it playing out…it’d be a slow burn but one that eventually finds itself after a few revelations of “crap, this guy is really interesting after all…”

[xenoskulls]

sand planet by hachi ft hatsune miku

[shadowrealmfm]

Mokuba: How long have you had feelings for Yugi?

Kaiba: What?

Kaiba: I don’t even get... Why would… I...

Kaiba: I’ve never liked anyone anywhere.

Kaiba: It’s none of your...

Kaiba: You have the nerve, the audacity...

Kaiba: And how... How do I know, frankly, that YOU'RE not dating him?

Kaiba: Maybe you are.

Kaiba: Maybe you’re trying to throw me off.

Kaiba: Hmm, check and mate.

Mokuba: ...

[emr-ygo]

[shadowrealmfm]

Kaiba: Okay, guys, I gotta say something. I think my feelings for the pharaoh may be resurfacing.

Jonouchi: Oh, please. They were buried in a shallow grave.

[gildinbainas]

a tightness in their chest, an ache in their body at the thought of what they don't have. - for pride reasons

yearning. subtle signs of want. / prompts

:｡･::･ﾟ’★,｡･::･ﾟ’☆ || @sapphireceo

It wasn't unusual for the once king to wake in the middle of the night. Night terrors were a thing although in his case, they were more like memories of terrible acts. They didn't frighten him per se, but the memories left him feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. Knowing that most of his people lost their lives; that some of his high priests nearly perished trying to save him and their kingdom... It was likely survivor's guilt except he couldn't expect seek out a reliable therapist. How many people were actually going to believe he was a 5000 year old pharaoh with issues? Even if they believed in reincarnation, he was no such thing either. He was THE pharaoh and he knew people would have a difficult time believing he wasn't mental.

He sat up, pushing his body back against the headboard. Kuriboh sat perched above him, looking down at him with the familiar cooing that let him know he wasn't alone tonight. He appeared often while Mahaad would appear at the foot of the bed, head tilted as he sought to comfort his master as well. He always appreciated their concern, but he knew it was impossible for them to stay forever. An hour or two at best and then Mahaad would vanish. Kuriboh stuck around often though Atem wasn't sure why he was able to hang out for long periods of time. They often came after a terrible nightmare. It was comforting, but it wasn't the same as having a pair of familiar arms around you.

He sank back beneath the sheets, rolling over on his side. His chest felt tight though it was difficult to surmise if it was because of the anxiousness he felt or a longing that would never be satisfied. And to be fair, it wasn't because this longing was entirely out of reach. The gods only knew it had been stated on more than one occasion that the hand was extended. He need only take it and the offer that came with it, yet each time he completely shut down or refused.

Fear.

Fear was a powerful tool, especially when that fear concerned friends. After watching one of his best friends perish while new friends nearly perished trying to restore his memories, he didn't take those friends for granted anymore. Because he had to wonder if being pharaoh the first time around led to some level of complacency. His father's kingdom was well protected so he went into the role as pharaoh believing his father had few enemies. And he couldn't have been more wrong.

Then there was his cousin… Between him and Mahaad, he knew all too well the aches of allowing himself to care too much only for the universe to rip it away. And he knew, this was partly why he had yet to take the hand that was patiently waiting for him to commit. He just…

"…in my mind, this isn't just my bed. It belongs to someone else if or when he'll have it…"

He rolled over on his side, curling around his pillow. There was an ache that was never going to be fully quelled. And not just physically but emotionally. In his mind, it was for the best but that didn't make it ache any less in moments like these…